Lines  of  Three  and  Me

 

Pride is legion, so I’m told

It has Beauty, Heart and Soul

But raging rampant, turns us cold

 

Around the “I” in me-perverse

Revolves the entire universe

An oscillating blessing-curse

 

Without the “I” in me, I’m nothing

Though macho tendencies be bluffing

Fears of that, I’m always stuffing

 

Rene’ and Neil both cried, “I AM”

And though I do not understand

It feels so good, who gives a damn?

 

Pray pause; consider Vanity

Narcissus rocks our sanity

You must improve your view of Me

 

And I deserve it!  Yes I do!

Have not I always thought of You?

My flailing ego needs You, too

 

Consider “Faith” - now there’s a morpheme

Though Logically, it’s quite absurdem

But Miracles, I guess it works them

 

Break the meter; change the rhyme

Sustain the struggle; keep on Trying

For new perspectives, one more time

 

I do not know what makes me tick

Sometimes I make me awful sick

But Pride tells me it’s just a trick

 

Now if these thoughts don’t comfort thee

And think the Muse not prompteth me

You write some verse in lines of three

 

                                                                                               Lloyd George  12/96

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wha?

                                             <<<   Think of the myriad dryads lurking here!     >>>
   

Don' linkthe phoyod, it says. Shure.  You betcha.
This casting is a little different, Still there is a common Theme.
I wonder if I wonder just what the Difference is.  
grey     good night, dark one. (grin)

In
dyer's poem of "the Fleese" there is an account of the ship "Argo" and her crew, which gives a good picture of her crew.

From every region of Aegea's  shore; The brave assembled;  Those illustrious twins, Castor and Polux,Orpheous tune bard,
zetes and Calais, as the wind speed; strong Hercules and many a chief renowned.On deep Iocus' sandy shore they th'ronged,
gleaming in all armor, ardent of exploit; and soon, the luarel cord and the huge stone, unlifting to the deck, unmoored the bark ; whose keel of wondrous length the skillfull hand of the
argus, for the proud attempt;  And in the keel, a lofty mast upraised and sails full sweeling ' to he chiefs. Unwanted objects. Now first, now they learned, Their steerage over ocean waves led by chirons art, had the sphere celestial, &c.   Hercules left the expedition at Mynia, for Hylath, a youth beloved by him, having gone for water, was laid of hold by him.     p 158 of Greece and Rome

grey  I was sure there was a Zetes somewhere. (grin)

I missed this card in the first casting.
 

'Dyies on  a byke  or an angel from helll
Thy Power to facinate is doing quite well
My distance from Purgatory is stilll quite a ways
Being a reclucluse still haseth its ways
grey